These little darlungs come to see my friend in Ontario, Canada, every year. Sadly, on the times I visitefd, they had all flown South to escape the bitter winters. This reminds me of happy days spent with very dear friends.
“Some of my old memories feel trapped in amber in my brain, lucid and burning, while others are like the wing beat of a hummingbird, an intangible, ephemeral blur.”
(Mira Bartok from The Memory Place)
I’ve wandered my garden for weeks with my camera at the ready in the hope that I might capture a hummingbird in the wild photo. This morning I was in the right place at the right time. I hope you take as much pleasure from these two photos as I have.